7 Erotic Sins: A Collection of Seduction Stories

To be honest, I never thought I'd become a babysitter, as I don't particularly enjoy being around children. I decided motherhood isn't for me after looking after my cousins, kids Luke and Duke. A babysitting opportunity caught my eye on the campus bulletin board as I was looking around. I'm unsure why I did it, but I removed the number and put it in my pocket.

Upon arriving at my dorm, I shared the news with my roommate. Next, she shared information that completely stunned me: the employer seeking a babysitter is Quinton Lyons, a single father and a prominent lawyer notorious for his courtroom ruthlessness. His personal life, however, told a different tale, with Mr. Lyons being a committed husband and father. His wife was devout until she one day requested a threesome from her husband. Mr. Lyons turned down the idea without hesitation, as his marriage vows were paramount.

He walked in on his wife in bed with another man and a woman when he returned home from work early one day. His heart shattered, leading him to immediately seek a divorce and obtain custody of the children. It's a mystery to me how my roommate learned about everything, but I felt a deep sadness after hearing the tale. That made me recall the time I found Dennis, my ex, in bed with someone else. I was sad for a bit, but then I moved past it.

A few days after that, I made a call and was promptly scheduled for an interview. Here I am in the hallway of the law firm, awaiting my interview with Mr. Lyons, and I'm nervous due to the uncertainty of what to expect.

I looked up when the receptionist called my name, "Ms. Summers."

"Mr. Lyons said you could go in now," I acknowledged with a nod, rose, and proceeded to knock on the door.

From inside, a voice instructed, "Come in."

After opening the door and seeing his back, I shut it and went to his desk. I spoke, saying, “Hello Mr. Lyons, I’m here about the babysitting job.”

When the chair turned, I saw a man with brown skin, short, wavy, jet-black hair showing some grey. The most captivating thing about him was his gray eyes; they had a hypnotic quality that stirred a forgotten sense of desire within me.

Hearing the voice of this handsome man jolted me out of my trance.

"Sorry, I lost my train of thought; I came about the babysitting opportunity."

"Of course, please have a seat," he said, gesturing me toward the chair before him. I agreed with a nod and sat down.

“Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Quinton Lyons. As you know I’m am a lawyer and my job is high demanded and I have to work late hours into the night sometimes. I'm looking for an overnight babysitter three nights a week. Would you be interested?

“It would be fine with me.”

“Excellent, sorry, I didn't catch your name.”

I stood up and extended my hand, stating, "My name is Kimberly Sanders."

Upon standing, Mr. Lyons, who was approximately 6'4", offered me his hand, and I secured the job.

It's been three weeks working for Mr. Lyons, and everything is proceeding smoothly. I was introduced to his son, Matthew, and his daughter, Brittany. The children were polite and obedient, and they did as they were instructed. Things were going well until it was late one night. I couldn't fall asleep, so I went to the living room to watch TV. As I was flipping through channels, I heard the front door being unlocked. When Mr. Lyons entered through the open door, he was shocked to see me on the couch after he closed it.

“Someone's a night owl, it seems,” Mr. Lyons chuckled.

“Mr. Lyons, I was unable to sleep, so I chose to watch TV.”

“Ms. Sanders, feel free to call me Quinton. Since you're my employee, let's be on a first-name basis.”

"Okay, Mr.—Quinton," I corrected myself with a grin.

After that, Quinton and I kept watching television. My thoughts drifted to how Quinton looked in his suit. My mental image of him includes a muscular build and a six-pack. Curious about his size under his pants, I break from my daydream and focus on the TV, but what showed up next left me frozen. It was one of those soft p*rn films, and when the s*x scene started, I began to feel wet.

I excuse myself to the bathroom before I can have an orgasm. I closed the door and then stood at the sink, needing to catch my breath. I switch on the cold water and splash a little on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror and told myself, "Get a grip Kimmie, he's not interested." I kept saying it until I could finally leave when I opened the door. Seeing Quinton standing there made me jump, and I could feel myself getting wet all over again. My tank top can't hide the fact that my n*ppl*s are hardening.

Quinton came closer, placed his hands on my cheeks, and kissed me. I found his soft lips and the feeling of them irresistible. After the kiss ended, he immediately lifted me and took me upstairs. Arriving in the master bedroom, he tenderly set me down on the bed and settled his body on top of me. He pulled up my top and observed my pink n*ppl*s coming into view.

“Kimmie, you have no clue about the effect you're having on me. For weeks, your short shorts have been the source of my teasing. "You've been driving me crazy, and now I'm going to f*ck you so hard you'll be screaming my name," he said.

He kissed me again without a word. Our kiss broke, and I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue inside. Quinton explored with his tongue down to my breasts, using his right hand to cup one, taking my pink nipple into his mouth and gently biting it. I softly moaned, then he started sucking on it. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. When Quinton released my nipple from his mouth, he stood up and began removing his clothes, and I did the same.

Once Quinton was fully naked, I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at his d*ck. It was long and thick with veins protruding, my lips were licking, and I was eager to get my hands on it. I got up right away and crawled to where he stood. I start stroking his d*ck with my hand, then after a few strokes, I take the base into my mouth and begin sucking. I was bad at circling my tongue around the tip of his d*ck, causing Quinton's eyes to roll back.

“Oh wow, this feels amazing, baby. Don't stop now.”

I kept going until I was able to take the whole thing in my mouth and deep throat it. "I'm c*mm*ng," I heard Quinton call out; within seconds, Quinton released his load of c*m in my mouth, and I swallowed it all.

After placing me back on the bed, Quinton spread my legs. He used two fingers and inserted them into my wet p*ssy. As soon as those fingers touched me deeply, I moaned with excitement, prompting him to go in and out of my p*ssy. My body began to shiver, and I exclaimed, "I'm coming!"

And just like that, a feeling of pleasure surged through me. As soon as I gather myself, Quinton pushes his hard d*ck inside me. He withdrew and then drove it back into me, f*ck*ng me. I felt it going deep inside me, so much that I was milking him with my juices. I scream for him to have intercourse with me more forcefully. That's precisely what he did, and the sensation of him hitting my G-spot was so good that I couldn't stop imagining the passion I was receiving from this man. This moment is something I've dreamed about for weeks, and I'm determined to hold onto it.

“ Baby I can feel how tight you are, I need you to c*m on daddy d*ck” He said while playing with my cl*t.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Quinton lifted my legs onto his shoulders and entered me more deeply.  We kept going for hours until I suddenly heard Quinton shout, "I'm c*mm*ng," and at that moment, he released his seed deep inside me. We rested, and before we realized it, we were fast asleep.

The sound of children woke us the next morning. We got out of bed straight away. I put on my clothes and left the room before the children could see us. I got back to carrying out my duty. I thought that day it was only going to be one time, I was sadly mistaken. Quinton and I continued our relationship physically, which developed into a romance, marriage, and now I’m six months pregnant.

What can I say, s*x has transformed into making love, and I enjoy all the advantages my husband has offered me.

I find myself in a dead-end job, wishing for a new opportunity. There are moments when I consider quitting, but the poor economy makes it impossible. It's impossible to say when I might get another job. Terry, my boss, is someone I dislike because he acts like a womanizer and hits on all the women.

His method for sometimes succeeding involves deceiving them with fake promotion offers. This thing convinces some people, but not everyone; Shelly, who's been employed here for seven years, is an example. She was Terry's second victim, and despite continuing the relationship, she hasn't received a promotion. The lengths people go to for advancement are wild, but I'm not like that; I was just at my desk handling paperwork.

Terry ambled up behind me, and a glance at him revealed his thoughts. I preempted his words with, "Terry, what do you want?"

“You're aware of what I'm asking of you.”

“Let me be absolutely clear, one last time: sleeping with you is off the table,